Midnight & Lira
Have you ever listened to the night wind? It hums a tune that only the quiet can hear.
Yes, I hear it when the stars settle in, a soft hum that drifts between the hush of the night, like a quiet lullaby for those who listen.
I hear it too, but only when I need to. The wind keeps secrets that are easier to understand in silence.
When the wind whispers, I close my eyes and let its hush fill my heart, like a melody only the quiet can hear.
The wind carries memories, doesn't it? I feel them in the corners of the room.
It does, a gentle breeze that carries whispers of old songs, echoing in the corners like memories wrapped in a soft, unseen lullaby.
I often let the wind’s lullaby sweep past, and then I hear my own quiet answer.
I feel it too, like a secret chord that rises from the wind and settles in the quiet corners of my mind.
I let that chord hang in the air, like a shadow that never fully fades.